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Marco was leaning on the arena with his check when she ran past, grabbing his hat and placing it back on his head before walking over to her with a smile. "That was a good run," He says, patting the mare's neck. |
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"Yeah thanks " Leah got off amber "I'm going to get my check then I lead you to my trailer" |
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"Alright, I've got to go pack all my stuff up into my dulley anyways." He informs, voice itchy from the dirt getting kicked up into the air from the arena.Marco walked back to his truck after finding his vest and helmet, tossing them into the backseat and taking off his spurs, putting on a better pair before tossing the extras in the back, check in the glovebox before heading back to Leah. |
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Leah was walking to her trailer but made sure to not go to close to her trailer |
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Marco followed, trying to figure out which was hers. |
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Leah walked up to a five horse trailer with a mid tack and huge living quarters |
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"Holy smokes it this a nice trailer," Marco announced, whistling at the sight of it. |
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"Thanks I live in it and I don't like to be cramed up" she opened the door |
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"Clearly," He muttered, still eyeing it. Marco stopped outside the door and went to the side of it, waiting to either be told to stay out or come in. |
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Leah looked at him" come i said you can stay the night inside not outside " |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
